Before he died, my grandfather held my hand tightly and left only one last word: "Don't be too smart, smart people... Don't live long."
As the heir of this generation of the Liu family, I once thought that this was just the cowardice fostered by the older generation in the rich nest. Until I dug up a damn skeleton in an underground geode in the Congo Basin that didn't belong to any evolutionary chain.
The moment my fingertips touched the crystal, genetic memories came flooding back to me - only then did I realize that we were not transformed from monkeys, but that we were the God who created monkeys.
Tens of millions of years ago, in order to avoid the cosmic god of death who could "sniff" brain wave frequencies, the survivors who fled here had to cut off their own meridians. We seal the high-intelligence gene chain layer by layer and mass-produce primates with low IQ and strong tolerance - that is, apes. They are not our ancestors, but the "beast disguises" we put on ourselves, the smoke bombs we spread in the long river of time.
The so-called "gene lock" is not a shackles of evolution at all, but an "invisibility cloak" that all human beings rely on for survival.
History has already given bloody lessons: the star map of the Mayans, the energy source of Atlantis, every leap in civilization, every attempt to unlock the genetic lock will instantly light up the target in the darkness, leading to a devastating cleansing. My family has served as "gravekeepers" for generations, and even acted as cruel "pruners". In order to ensure the safety of the ethnic group, we had to personally extinguish those sparks of wisdom that were too dazzling.
But now, I unlocked it.
I also smelled the creepy sweet smell from deep space.
It's calibrating the coordinates, it's looking for me.
Purpose: Choose between survival and civilization - when "wisdom" itself can lead to destruction, do humans still have the courage to choose awakening instead of living?